[ Zevran crackles a laugh, ducking his head for a moment as he clears his throat. No there is no flush to his cheeks- dark as his skin is? Normally he does not need to worry about hiding it.
But such open appraisal not only of his perfection, but of his flaws. Appreciating them- he does not know how to take it even as he is warmed by it. Of course Bull being Bull will tell.
Oddly enough, he doesn't mind it half so much as he should.
Zevran slips into Bull's lap, arms sliding about broad shoulders as he nuzzles his way along the line of Bull's throat. ]
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But such open appraisal not only of his perfection, but of his flaws. Appreciating them- he does not know how to take it even as he is warmed by it. Of course Bull being Bull will tell.
Oddly enough, he doesn't mind it half so much as he should.
Zevran slips into Bull's lap, arms sliding about broad shoulders as he nuzzles his way along the line of Bull's throat. ]
I would not call my package little.